“Hey, Bumblebee, it’s time.”
Cayla’s hand shot out to grab the sippy cup that flew off the coffee table as Maddie scrambled up from the picture she was coloring and made a beeline for the front door.
Holt scooped her up with one arm. “Hold it. Shoes.”
Maddie kicked her feet as if running in place from where he held her off the floor. He leaned over to grab the slip-ons off the rack by the door and dropped them down, lowering her until she could slide her feet in. Then he opened the door, letting her dangle for a bit as Cayla came to join them. She could see Maddie’s quarry by the curb.
Her feet churned like the Roadrunner. “Lemme down! Lemme down!”
God, Cayla loved her kid. Unable to contain the smile, she looked over at Holt. His blue eyes sparkled, the corners of his mouth turned up
